Intersection
I kneel in the flowers
An endless rhythm of crosses in front of me
Uncountable faceless shades staring down
In front of me the present
Full of color and innonence
Behind the past
Their memories
Of a bleak and sorely experienced world
When I kneel here
I am at an intersection
Between these men's forgotten lives
And their remembered deaths
In this Field of Flanders
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Naegiri13
Most of my stuff is inspired by some of the very somber anti-war poems written after WW1. Others can be on a whim or based off fictional works.
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